World's Masquerade

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What's yours is mine.
What's mine is yours.
If only that were true.

"This land is your land."
"This land is my land."
Why is there tresspassing then?
Why are there walls around you?

"Treat others how you want to be treated."
Easier said than done.
Do something against the majority
Do something against the minority
Do something against the outcasts
You're all alone.
Utterly
Impossibly
Alone.

A society with multiple personality disorder.
How easy it is to ignore people.
How easy it is to tear them apart.
How easy it is to lose oneself in this world.
So many different faces, but which one is you?

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